A Dream of Waking.

Today was one of those strange days that began with me waking up just long enough to hit snooze nearly two dozen times. Between the multiple alarms going off, I fell back to sleep enough to begin dreaming that I actually had woken up and begun the day.

I dreamt that I'd taken a shower, brushed my teeth, trimmed my beard, dressed, took the dog out back, selected a coat and was on my way out the door and off to work, when I woke up and realized that I was still in bed.

That's such a disheartening feeling. I thought, "Goddammit, I have to do all of that crap AGAIN! I just DID all of that crap! I don't want to do it again!" And so the second shower, beard trimming, teeth brushing and dog walking were all done under some sort of petty protest, that an outside observer would have a hard time rationalizing.

Apparently, I need some more sleep these days. Staying up until midnight isn't going to cut it anymore.

In unrelated news, I officially got served notice this morning by my underwear drawer that it's time to do laundry again. That's right. I ran out of boxer shorts and am forced to wear tighty whities. Which means that a whole day of socially embarrassing ball-shifting-around is ahead of me.

Don't ask me to take off my pants in front of you, right now. Because I won't.

I feel like I look like this.



So, I'm not feeling my sexiest self, today.

Also, it is snowing.
In October.
I don't know who's brilliant idea THAT was, but they deserve a full-on roundhouse kick to the face.

Cheers,
Mr.B